My front yard on Vashon.

My front yard on Vashon.


For the last 5 years I was in Corporate America (2004-2009) I owned a home on Vashon Island, a 15 minute ferry ride from Seattle. It was my sanctuary. I would go up and get lost in the earth in an effort to heal my soul, which was being sucked dry by the death of the Music Industry as I knew it. 

It was there, where I ultimately gained the strength I needed to leave and start my own company.

One of the great pleasures on the island (and there were many), was a sunday dinner held at a farm owned by a friend of ours. He added to his property, a stand-alone Farm House kitchen/dining area that looked just like a picture from a magazine. Tall windows lined all four walls and inside there was long antique wooden table with benches on each side. It had seating for 20 on one side and on the other, a cook's dream kitchen. Almost all of the ingredients he used came from his farm/garden. The first year for dessert, he made an Upside-down Tomato Cake with fresh whip cream...oh my....

I've adopted a motto from a book that my brother gave me called, In Defense of Food: An Eater's Manifesto, by Michael Pollon. He says, "Don't eat anything your grandmother wouldn't recognize as food."  Thanks to that piece of advice and my experience on the farm on Vashon Island, I have cleaned up my act and it has helped heal by body.

Making the decision to only eat non-processed foods and foods with no pesticides was the turning point for me.

What you put in your body has a direct effect on your mood, emotions and overall attitude - all of which affect your words, thoughts and intentions. 

Heal your body first, and your soul and mind will follow more easily.